Part 9: Fire
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Walking Home
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The group decided to walk the witches home. Austin held his alcohol well, and Mick was sober. Kane had only had one drink the entire night, and practically held Ravyn up as she walked. Austin was doing the same for Calliope, while Jericho and Heavynne leaned on one another, both just as drunk.
Ravyn had a bad feeling. The night seemed a little too dark as they cut across Central Park. The air was a little too heavy. Or maybe it was just all the Guinness she drank, she thought, giggling to herself.
Kane looked at her, cocking his head to one side so that the dark curls fell across one side of his face. Ravyn clumsily pushed them away, looking into his strange green and blue eyes, one slightly lighter than the other.
Then it happened.
The night actually did get darker. And the air got heavier. And three figures stood before the group.
"Brother," 'Taker addressed Kane solemnly. "You've betrayed the Ministry."
Paul Bearer and Sara stood on either side of him, watching the group with malicious glares. Heavynne's face went white, peridot eyes widening as she looked at Sara.
"You're-"she began in a wavering voice.
"Shut up, witch!" Sara growled, flashing fangs and red eyes at her. Lita shrieked, seeing the blonde woman flash to demon and back to woman. Lita fainted. Matt caught her before she fell to the ground, laying her gently down and sitting beside her, trying to wake her in his drunken haze.
Then the energy flew from Sara's finger tips. Blood red and deadly, hitting Heavynne in the arm. "Don't mess with what's mine." She growled as Heavynne flew backwards, ripped from Jericho's grasp.
"Heavynne-" Calliope ran to her sister's side, sobering quickly.
"What the hell's going on, Dead Man?" Austin growled, stepping up to the giant.
"It's none of your concern," 'Taker made a flicking motion with his hand, sending the Texas Rattlesnake flying beside Heavynne and Calliope. He looked to Kane. "This is between you and me, brother."
"There's nothing between you and me," the masked man rasped. Ravyn was still hazy, trying to grasp what was happening. She was leaning heavily on Kane, trying to focus. Then she saw the energy moving from Paul Bearer to Kane, the colours of fire, aimed to his throat, wrapping around it. Causing the raspiness to increase, the pain to become unbearable. Destroying what was already injured.
"No," Ravyn said quietly, seeing Kane struggling silently against the energy that was invisible to most of their group. Then she saw clearly. She focused on Bearer, on his double-chinned face, on his meaty hands. Anywhere there was bare skin. Then she stepped into the fire-energy he was emitting.
The pain was more than she thought was bearable. Heat ripped through the right side of her face where the energy hit her, she could feel the skin burning, charring, ripping from her muscles. Then the muscles began to burn, melting to the bone in a blackened mass. She struggled to raise her hands, the heat of the Power almost immobilizing her. When her palms were finally raised towards Paul Bearer, she released the Power in his direction. It was black and silver, like the Power she used on Kane in the wrestling ring. But Ravyn knew that it would hurt Bearer.
He shrieked, a horrible noise like fingernails on a chalkboard. The heat was gone. The pain was still there. Kane stepped in front of her, shielding her body with his. Heavynne and Calliope stood, standing on either side of their sister, just behind the masked man.
Undertaker glanced at Heavynne, looking quickly away from the angelic face. Instead, he let his gaze fall on Ravyn. Her right cheek was mangled, the flesh charred. Even the strongest healing magic would leave a bit of scar there for years to come. He could sense his brother's anger.
"We will see you tomorrow night, at RAW," he told him, gray eyes burning. "We will destroy you then."
Then Undertaker, Bearer and Sara were gone.
And Ravyn collapsed.
Before Heavynne or Calliope could react, Kane had her, sitting on the grass and cradling her in his lap.
"Stupid," he mumbled. "Little One-that was not necessary."
But this time she couldn't hear him in her mind.
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Walking Home
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The group decided to walk the witches home. Austin held his alcohol well, and Mick was sober. Kane had only had one drink the entire night, and practically held Ravyn up as she walked. Austin was doing the same for Calliope, while Jericho and Heavynne leaned on one another, both just as drunk.
Ravyn had a bad feeling. The night seemed a little too dark as they cut across Central Park. The air was a little too heavy. Or maybe it was just all the Guinness she drank, she thought, giggling to herself.
Kane looked at her, cocking his head to one side so that the dark curls fell across one side of his face. Ravyn clumsily pushed them away, looking into his strange green and blue eyes, one slightly lighter than the other.
Then it happened.
The night actually did get darker. And the air got heavier. And three figures stood before the group.
"Brother," 'Taker addressed Kane solemnly. "You've betrayed the Ministry."
Paul Bearer and Sara stood on either side of him, watching the group with malicious glares. Heavynne's face went white, peridot eyes widening as she looked at Sara.
"You're-"she began in a wavering voice.
"Shut up, witch!" Sara growled, flashing fangs and red eyes at her. Lita shrieked, seeing the blonde woman flash to demon and back to woman. Lita fainted. Matt caught her before she fell to the ground, laying her gently down and sitting beside her, trying to wake her in his drunken haze.
Then the energy flew from Sara's finger tips. Blood red and deadly, hitting Heavynne in the arm. "Don't mess with what's mine." She growled as Heavynne flew backwards, ripped from Jericho's grasp.
"Heavynne-" Calliope ran to her sister's side, sobering quickly.
"What the hell's going on, Dead Man?" Austin growled, stepping up to the giant.
"It's none of your concern," 'Taker made a flicking motion with his hand, sending the Texas Rattlesnake flying beside Heavynne and Calliope. He looked to Kane. "This is between you and me, brother."
"There's nothing between you and me," the masked man rasped. Ravyn was still hazy, trying to grasp what was happening. She was leaning heavily on Kane, trying to focus. Then she saw the energy moving from Paul Bearer to Kane, the colours of fire, aimed to his throat, wrapping around it. Causing the raspiness to increase, the pain to become unbearable. Destroying what was already injured.
"No," Ravyn said quietly, seeing Kane struggling silently against the energy that was invisible to most of their group. Then she saw clearly. She focused on Bearer, on his double-chinned face, on his meaty hands. Anywhere there was bare skin. Then she stepped into the fire-energy he was emitting.
The pain was more than she thought was bearable. Heat ripped through the right side of her face where the energy hit her, she could feel the skin burning, charring, ripping from her muscles. Then the muscles began to burn, melting to the bone in a blackened mass. She struggled to raise her hands, the heat of the Power almost immobilizing her. When her palms were finally raised towards Paul Bearer, she released the Power in his direction. It was black and silver, like the Power she used on Kane in the wrestling ring. But Ravyn knew that it would hurt Bearer.
He shrieked, a horrible noise like fingernails on a chalkboard. The heat was gone. The pain was still there. Kane stepped in front of her, shielding her body with his. Heavynne and Calliope stood, standing on either side of their sister, just behind the masked man.
Undertaker glanced at Heavynne, looking quickly away from the angelic face. Instead, he let his gaze fall on Ravyn. Her right cheek was mangled, the flesh charred. Even the strongest healing magic would leave a bit of scar there for years to come. He could sense his brother's anger.
"We will see you tomorrow night, at RAW," he told him, gray eyes burning. "We will destroy you then."
Then Undertaker, Bearer and Sara were gone.
And Ravyn collapsed.
Before Heavynne or Calliope could react, Kane had her, sitting on the grass and cradling her in his lap.
"Stupid," he mumbled. "Little One-that was not necessary."
But this time she couldn't hear him in her mind.